A good night of sleep, and some perspective

In the morning, after a good night’s sleep, I stopped for breakfast in the hostel. There, I met two Austrian women who were on my bus. They had a better perspective than I did. Especially when they said getting off the bus was “great for being able to stretch legs.” Perspective never hurt anyone.

Above all, I learned (too late) that, in Argentina, the seats on the upper deck are NOT the luxury seats. I had purchased upper deck seats. My new friends had been on the lower deck. This had been my final long distance bus journey in either Argentina or Chile. Over the course of my trip, I had been warned that buses would be very different in Bolivia and Peru.

After enjoying breakfast, reviewing the previous day’s events and scoping out the malaria situation (I still did not take the pills), they invited me to spend the day with them.

We visited the main plaza, and wandered a bit. Salta’s architecture was stunning.

We browsed the shopping district

where anything from spices

to pig heads

were for sale.

Unsure if the chickens were for sale, but sadly, cages like this lined some streets.